My usual spring tradition is to plant a tomato garden.
I pour blood, sweat and tears, as well as a whole lot of money, into the thing.
Only to get, maybe, one or two puny tomatoes.
It’s a whole lot of effort for very little payout.
But every spring I get inspired all over again.
This year I did things differently.
I decided that this time, instead of killing tomatoes, I would attempt to kill some spinach.
And some herbs.
But things went very wrong.
Or very right.
Depending on your perspective.
My herbs are doing great.
I have parsley and cilantro that are growing like crazy.
But the scary thing is the basil.
That thing has grown to ungodly proportions.
It’s already bigger than me.
Yeah, I’m a little intimidated.
It’s only June.
How big is this thing going to get?
The spinach isn’t huge, but it’s everywhere.
Absolutely everywhere.
I’ve made chicken florentine.
I’ve made spinach manicotti.
I’ve made several spinach salads.
What else can I do with all this spinach?
Maybe I’ll feed it to the basil.
Although maybe not.
Frankenbasil is scary enough without also considering the Popyeye influence.
I don’t know what I did to get the basil that big.
But I need to figure it out.
Next year my tomato garden will be amazing.
Liz Brenner
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